Jesse Ojuka

I dreamt of putting my brother in a bangle 
So I could carry him with me 
As my eyes do tend to water 
Admittedly, I am usually on the brink of tears 
That is why I was placed in a windy country 
So I could hide inside an excuse 
Not too far from a dally 
Have you ever played charades with just one person 
That was a first 
I wanted to go home 
But the glide led us to the bustop 
To hers